Saturday, January 19, 2013

Passenger Illusions - selected romantic poems

"Good morning" I said to the musical eyes But they looked towards some other place And I didn't hear their music

In this little crowded place of rhythms Notes play in colored eyes Going wherever their interest is But I didn't see their color

My eyes looked through colored interests The same things as everybody - "Good morning" the music said to me And I looked at it with colored eyes

From the second part:

-- As the sunflower --

If you'd cut the petals of the sunflower That you have put on the table in your office Would the distance that they would form Be as much as the distance of a few meters Between us, when we get out of the station Or as much as the distance between the train cars (we never enter into the same one) Or as much as the distance between our offices? When outside it's cloudy and it's raining Do your sun-colored hair Make the sunflower Turn towards you?

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I've heard them say That the distance between two people Before becoming friends Is just a simple greeting

But, in this case, I wonder If I would drop petals In the distance of zero words In the distance between the train cars In the distance between the offices In the distance between us Would you turn towards me As the sunflower?

From the third part:

-- I gave my hand --

I gave my hand to an iron handle
of an old door
but that was cold

I gave my hand to a warm sleeve
of a blouse made of wool
hanging on a wire
but that was empty

I gave my hand to a bracelet
in the vitrine of a shop
but it asked for money to pay for it

I gave my hand to a glove
I gave my hand to a drawer
...
but the answers weren't any different

I talked to you about my struggle
and asked of you simply
to give me your hand...Comments:
Well, since St. Valentine's is coming...
Selected from Passenger Illusions In any case, enjoy!